"Is there really something wrong with him? You suspect he was in league with the bank chief, and that he telephoned you because someone was anxious to ask him for help?"

Xavier doesn't say anything. He just smokes harder and doesn't care if the ash falls all over his hands.

Looking at Xavier's haggard face, Rowen also looks like a layer of dust, completely wilted.

It was terrible that the boss they had always been loyal to, and obeyed, should be in league with the ...